Matt Palmer

Portals - Poem by Matt Palmer

This slowly fading portalLeading someplace bright and cleanAway from grunge, filth, and what seemsA tainting atmosphereA portal for my eyesMy pampered, privileged eyesGoing wherever they do pleaseConsidering no single needWhile quiet, jealous hands are toilingWishing, like the eyesTo know the humble waters whisperAnd maternal grasses cradling touchLent by this portal so discriminatingThis portal that could give so muchMy martyred hands have suffered longKnown no surcease of task So for the sake of justiceI spurn my eyes and from now onUrge my feet to act as portals